We were on the road early, about 7:30, and drove through miles of empty New Mexico. Not quite empty: there were a number of Indian reservations and Indian casinos. We reached Albequerque about 10:30, parked near the central square, and Lydia poked around the shops while Sunny and I read the newspaper.
It was too early for lunch, so we drove farther, to Grants. Lydia had picked a New Mexican restaurant with take out from the book, and we ordered stuffed sopapillas and chips and guacamole to go. The map showed a nearby park, but it was not much: the overgrown and apparently unused baseball park. We just parked the car and ate in the car; then on the way out of town saw a far better park NOT on the map.
As we approached the state border we went through a series of storms: at one point the rain was coming down so hard I could not see at all. That was, fortunately, only a few seconds, although terrifying. The rain more or less stopped when we got to the first Arizona rest area, a beautiful spot in a dramatic colored canyon. We stopped, used the facilities, regrouped a bit.
We had originally planned to stop at Flagstaff but, with the time change, that seemed a little short so we went on to Williams. For the first time, we were told that a motel was full. We called another nearby motel, the Holiday Inn,and found a room. For dinner we went to the Pine Country Inn, justly famous for its pie. Lydia had a creamy Key Lime pie, and I had peach-apple-cherry. Lydia made the better choice, but mine was also very good, and welcome at the end of a long day.